Cadance slips out of the nondescript and unassuming door that leads down to the dungeons. This particular hallway is empty, but she can hear voices just ahead. The castle is crowded today, at the beginning of the summit, and opening ceremonies are starting soon. Thankfully her wife, the real Cadance, is supposed to be on the other side of the castle right now, but many ponies have actual business with the real Cadance, and Chrysalis is right—she’s a terrible liar. She’ll need to be careful.

She presses out into the crowd.

Immediately she’s assaulted by the sheer presence of all these ponies and creatures. The palace is packed. Nearly every single pony that comes near her pauses for a moment, glancing at her once or twice. Most bow, or nod their heads. Some look away. Still others stare unabashedly, and not just at her eyes.

“Your Highness.”

“Princess Cadance.”

“Sweet Princess.”

“My Lady.”

The touches startle her. A pony strokes his feathers across hers, a slight whisper of a touch. He’s gone in the crowd before she can tell who did it. While she’s looking, another pony actually reaches out and pokes her shoulder, while a third sniffs at her mane. Cadance watches in growing disbelief as an elderly mare approaches her with a nervous smile, nuzzles her neck, then floats away with a sigh and a smile.

Does her wife put up with this every day? Cadance isn’t sure she can put up with this for five minutes.

Cadance holds up a hoof, and waves toward herself. A page immediately steps forward from out of nowhere and bows. “Your Highness.”

“Where is Ambassador Wing?”

The colt turns and points. While Cadance is being jostled around by ponies getting just a little too familiar with her, he’s stable like a rock. “He just left his quarters, Your Highness.”

“Is he scheduled for any meetings before the opening ceremonies?”

The page thinks for a second. “No, Your Highness. Except of course for your own meeting.”

The real Cadance already has a meeting with the Ambassador before the summit starts? Cadance squeezes her lips. An early, private meeting between her wife and the Ambassador is the perfect opportunity for him to hurt her wife again. But she can’t just cancel it, because it’s also the perfect opportunity for Cadance to say her bit. She just has to keep the real Cadance away.

“Where is my meeting taking place?”

“In the east gallery.”

“Move it to the west garden, in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” The page hurries off.

That ought to give Cadance some breathing room. Whatever Ambassador Wing and the real Cadance were going to discuss will have to wait until after the opening ceremonies. All she has to do now is get him on his own without the real Cadance finding out, put the fear of royalty into him, and then get out of the way—all without ruining their chances to negotiate for more geodes or alerting the real Cadance to her machinations or revealing her disguise. Easy.

She turns towards the west garden.

“Your Highness,” a pony says. “Your Highness!”

Cadance turns to look. Some noblepony that Cadance doesn’t recognize, a Unicorn that barely bows before starting, “There has been some sort of mistake. Sir Filigree’s delegation,” he sneers, “that miserable band of upstart bandits from the eastern tributes, has been settled in the 3rd floor guest suites while our group . . . ”

A hoof lands on her rump.

Cadance whirls around, trying to spot the hoofer, but the pony’s gone into the crowd before she even finishes turning.

“Your Highness?”

“Uh, talk to my assistant, Goldenrod. I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” Cadance says absently.

“Yes, well, your assistant is very helpful, I’m sure, but . . . ”

The hoof returns, this time from the other side. Cadance startles, but forces herself to stay still, wary of losing this overly familiar pony whose hoof is currently exploring her haunch. Does this noble nopony see what’s going on? He’s having trouble keeping eye contact, but that may be due to her status. He doesn’t seem to notice anything happening behind her. Does anypony notice besides her?

“—and every time I bring it up he only tells me there’s nothing he can do. This happened last year, too, your Highness, and if—”

The hoof squeezes her rump.

Cadance gasps, ignites her horn, and grabs the hoof in her teekay. The pony squeaks as Cadance drags them around in front of her. It’s a young mare, hoof outstretched and eyes wide.

Eyes that swivel upwards, up above Cadance’s forehead.

Her teekay. Her pink teekay!

She nulls her horn before anypony else can notice that her magic isn’t colored correctly, and the mare stumbles back, scrambling into the crowd before Cadance can collect herself. Within moments Cadance has no idea where the mystery mare has gone. She can’t go running after her, not with the crush of the crowd.

“Your Highness?” the noblepony asks, still waiting expectantly for something.

Urgh. She doesn’t have time for this.

“Goldenrod is exceptionally resourceful. If he’s unable to accommodate you then there’s certainly nothing I can do,” Cadance snaps, glaring at him. When the noblepony opens his mouth to object she speaks over him: “I’m busy all day with matters of state and I don’t really have time to sort out your sleeping arrangements.”

“But—”

She steps close, looming over him by at least a head. “Get out of my face before I have you tossed out.”

The noblepony finally seems to realize just what danger he’s in, and hurriedly bows and sneaks off, tail between his legs.

Cadance sighs. She’ll have to remember not to use her magic while around other ponies until she changes back.

“Mom!” a voice calls out.

Cadance freezes. Oh, no. She thought she’d have a little more time to get into character, but she’s about to be tested by somepony who knows the real Cadance intimately. For a moment she wonders if she should try to lose her daughter in the crowd.

She plasters a smile on her face and turns to face her daughter, Flurry Heart, just as she squeezes between two ponies.

“Mom,” Flurry says again, looking shaken.

“Flurry! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just fine, mom,” she says through gritted teeth and a smile that also looks plastered into place. Are ponies accosting her as well?

“You don’t look—”

“Can I talk to you?”

“Uh—”

But Flurry’s yellow magic wraps around Cadance’s wing and yanks her to the side—

“Ow! Careful, dear!”

“Shh!” Flurry hisses.

—knocking over a trail of ponies in their wake—

“Where—Ow!—where are we going?”

“Hold on!”

—and leading her down the hall, away from the pressure and noise of the other castlegoers.

“What’s wrong?” Cadance asks, stumbling to keep her balance.

“Everypony’s so touchy-feely today. I need you,” Flurry hisses, looking over her shoulder to make sure they’re good and alone.

Cadance glances at a nearby clock. Talking with her prisoner took longer than she’d expected, and her plan is fragile enough as it is. “How about later tonight? I would love to spend time with you, but I’m busy right now. Or why not ask your father?”

Flurry releases Cadance’s wing and waves a hoof. “Yeah—no, thanks. I already know what his answer would be. I need you.”

“Flurry . . . ” Cadance sighs.

Being a father is rewarding, but tough. Once upon a time, Shining’s little darling was adorable, playful, and cheery. She needed him. She appreciated him. And she was so easy to please. But she’s just started her descent into the deep dark abyss of adolescence and there’s nothing a father can do but try to hold on. He knows she loves him, that this is all temporary, that he’s being a good father. But everyday she pulls just a little farther away, and hearing her disdain for Shining while she admits she needs her mom is like a kick to the shin.

“What’s up?”

“Okay. So, like, I know it’s been, like, a day since I asked you last time, but can we—can you, you know . . . use your magic?”

“Use my magic? What for?”

Flurry steps back, looking surprised. Uh oh. Cadance is missing something important here.

“You know . . . ” Flurry rubs her foreleg with her other hoof and looks at the floor. Mumbles something.

“Flurry?”

“Don’t make me say it,” Flurry says, glancing around. They’re alone in the hallway for now, but still—

“Dear, I can’t help you if you won’t be upfront with me.”

“Gah! Mom!” Flurry exclaims, stomping her hoof against the stone floor. “I’m horny!”

On instinct, Cadance sniffs deep. Ah. Yes. There it is. And now that she’s looking for them, she can see the signs. Wings flicking. Shallow breaths. Flush. Skittish steps and shifting hips and bobbing tail.

Well, she is going through puberty.

Flurry sees Cadance’s nostrils flare and cringes. “Mom!” she hisses, her blush deepening. She ducks her face behind a wing.

“Sorry!” Cadance says, backing up. “Sorry. It’s just—”

“I know I smell!” Flurry yells. “Everypony knows I smell!” She looks like she’s about to burst into tears. “It’s not like I can control it!”

“Oh, Flurry.”

She bursts into tears.

Cadance’s chest tightens, hearing her daughter in such anguish. “I know, dear. It’s okay.” Carefully, Cadance wraps a foreleg around her daughter and hugs her close.

“I’m sorry,” Flurry moans into Cadance’s chest. “I’m messing up your big summit. All those guests—I should’ve just locked myself in my room.”

“Oh, Flurry, no,” Cadance coos, rubbing Flurry’s mane. “No. You haven’t done anything wrong. All those ponies go through the same thing. They’re just too polite to say anything.” Cadance rubs Flurry’s back. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Wuh—what?”

“They also all burp and fart and puke and pee and poop and—”

“Ew! Mom!”

Teenagers are so sensitive.

Flurry sniffles into her mom’s chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I hate being this weak. I just can’t help it!”

“It’s not your fault. Your mo—” Cadance pauses. “Your father and I always wondered if you would inherit any of my . . . love magic. You’re the very first daughter of a Princess. We’re going to have to figure out a lot together.”

Flurry grumbles something that sounds like stupid love magic.

She has no idea.

“Flurry? Have you tried . . . taking care of it?”

Flurry nods, pressing her forehead to Cadance’s shoulder. “Of course I tried. I tried all morning. I was good yesterday, but there’s all these ponies around, and a bunch of them are getting really hoofsy, like usual, and . . . Um. Like, there’s this Pegasus stallion with all this jewelry . . . I think he’s one of the guests. He was nice to me—and he didn’t do anything!—but, like . . . oh, mom,” she whispers, “I just keep picturing him doing all these things to me. Really awful things. Is that . . . normal?”

Ambassador Crimson Wing. Dragonlord Ember’s gift to little fillies everywhere, apparently. Cadance grinds her jaw, but forces a pleasant, reassuring smile onto her face. “I think that’s pretty normal for a filly your age. So long as a pony his age doesn’t do anything to you.”

Flurry nods, looking somewhere in the middle distance. It looks like she’s picturing him again.

Cadance clears her throat. “I know it’s tough. It was tough for me, too,” she says. At least, she assumes it was tough for the real Cadance when she was a filly. “It’s tough for all fillies your age. The ones who say otherwise are lying.”

“It’s not fair!” Flurry growls.

“I know. I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

“Yes! Oh, thank Celestia. Thank you,” Flurry exclaims, hugging her mother so hard she wonders if she’ll pop.

“You’re—welcome!”

Flurry lets her down then stares at her expectantly. “So. . .”

Cadance coughs. “So?”

“So?” Flurry echoes. “So—help me!”

“Help you how?”

“I told you, I’m horny!”

“Yes, and—”

“Urgh! What’s wrong with you?!” Flurry snaps.

She’s been going through puberty for a year or so, but her mood swings still surprise Cadance. “Flurry—”

“Fine! I get it. You’re too busy. You know what? I’ll just find somepony else!” Flurry whirls around and raises her hoof to summon a page.

“Flurry!” Cadance grabs her shoulder and holds her still. “Flurry, please. Just listen.”

Flurry pulls away in a huff. “Well?”

“Flurry, this summit is exhausting. I’m a little frazzled. I’m not trying to be unhelpful. I wasn’t exactly expecting this now and, well—I’m not sure I have time. But I’ll do what I can. Okay?”

The tension slumps from Flurry’s shoulders. She looks down and drags her hoof across the floor. “I’m sorry,” she mutters.

“It’s okay, dear,” Cadance soothes, putting a hoof on Flurry’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Flurry smiles, and nuzzles Cadance’s hoof. “I love you too.”

It’s been a while since Cadance has heard those words in that voice directed at her. Flurry rarely chats with her dad anymore. It’s bittersweet. She lets Flurry nuzzle her for a few more moments, savoring a long lost feeling—has the Changeling magic made her hungry for love magic, or is she just a lonely father?—then says, “Also, dear, you should spend time with your dad more often. He misses you.”

Flurry scowls. “Yeah, I know. Fine. Now can you help me?”

“Of course, dear. What would you like?”

“Fuck me—”

“Flurry!” Cadance says. “Watch your mouth!”

Flurry steps back. “Uh, what? The eff-word? Since when do you care?”

“Well—” Shoot. Does the real Cadance normally let Flurry swear like this? She’s going to have to ask her later on. “I understand that you’re uncomfortable, but you’re still a Princess and there are guests everywhere.”

“But nopony—”

“Behave.”

“Urgh. Fine!” Flurry scowls, her face pinching in anger. “You sound like dad,” she grumbles.

“Good. Your father is a wonderful pony. And he cares a lot about you.”

“Whatever. It’s his fault it’s like this.”

Cadance perks up. What did Shining do to put her in this state? She’d ask, but Cadance probably ought to know already, so she skips the question and says, “Now. Try again. How can I help you?”

Flurry steps up close, puts her mouth to Cadance’s ear, and whispers, “I want you. To fuck. Me.”

Cadance gasps. Flurry wasn’t just swearing. Flurry really is asking her mother—well, her father, but she doesn’t know that—to take care of her arousal personally.

Flurry touches her hoof to Cadance’s chest and rubs gently. “I know you’re busy,” she murmurs, with a sensuality reserved for the most experienced courtesans, a breathy purr right in her ear. “It won’t take long. It’s—it’s really bad. I feel like any moment I’m gonna explode, but nothing I do works. I need you, mom.”

Cadance is so shocked that she doesn’t notice Flurry kissing her ear for a whole two seconds. “Flurry!” Cadance gasps, jerking to the side. “I can’t do that!”

Flurry tilts her head. “What? Because of the summit? Nopony will know. We can go to my bedroom—dad never goes there. C’mon. You said you would!”

“But—I thought you needed to talk! Or that you needed me to find you a cooler, or—”

Flurry rears back and wraps her forelegs around Cadance’s neck.

“Please, mom. Why do you always insist on using a cooler? I need you.”

Before Cadance can blink her teenaged daughter is kissing her on the lips.

And if she’s following the conversation correctly, it isn’t the first time, either.

Flurry breaks the quick kiss and licks Cadance’s cheek. If she’s disappointed that Cadance doesn’t kiss back, she doesn’t mention it. “Please, mom. All these ponies are making it really hard to concentrate. I know I’m supposed to be good for all the guests but some of them are just so cute. Especially some of the castle staff. Those pages are yum.”

“You—You can’t go messing around with the staff!”

“Well, who else would I go to? One of my teachers? The sexy red Pegasus?”

Cadance bristles. “Flurry Heart! I don’t care how sexy you think he is, or how well he sweet talks you. Don’t you dare go anywhere or do anything with Crimson Wing. Or any of the guests.” She licks her lips. “Or with anypony, really.”

“Then should I just go talk to daddy?” Flurry whispers.

A heat floods Cadance, from her stomach outward, almost overpowering what little restraint she has. Her little girl, coming to her in the middle of the night, desperately horny and aching for relief.

“What . . . what do you want me to do?” She means it like a defense. A whine, really.

“Me,” Flurry whispers, with a little half smile.

“No, I mean—”

Flurry’s eyes narrow. “You want me to say it? Fine. I want your head between my thighs and your lips on my cunt. I want you to bite my wings and suck my horn.” Her face fills Cadance’s view. “I want you to choke my neck while I cum all over the bed.” She presses her nose against Cadance’s. “And I don’t want you to stop until I pass out. Is that clear enough?”

Clear enough that she has no trouble imagining all of it.

“Crystal. Just—” Cadance looks around, trying to figure out what to do next. The hallway won’t stay empty forever—at the very least they should be in private. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

She pulls Flurry towards a rather boring tapestry and pulls it aside to reveal—

“A secret door?!” Flurry gasps, as Cadance works the mechanism. “A secret passage?!”

“Shh!” Cadance hisses, glancing over her shoulder again. She doesn’t want too many ponies finding out about these.

“Why didn’t you tell me—”

Cadance yanks her inside. “Close the door!”

She also doesn’t want too many ponies seeing her pull her panting, smelly, desperately horny daughter into a secret door in order to fuck her—

To talk to her. She’s just going to talk to her.

The passage is narrow and dark. Cadance leads Flurry around tight corners, up a steep staircase, and down a long corridor. It’s enough to confuse even seasoned explorers, and for a few minutes they’re both too busy navigating the passage to say anything.

Then—

“I think it’s all these ponies,” Flurry says, eventually, from right behind her.

“What is, dear?” Cadance says, stopped at a cross trying to remember which way leads forward.

“Why I’m so horny all the time. Don’t you get the same way when they try to nuzzle you and whatever? It’s fine when it’s a quick thing, now and then, but during these things there’s just so many new ponies yanking and touching and petting me.”

The passageway is too narrow for Cadance to whirl around, but she tries anyway. “Are ponies—Ow!—Are ponies touching you?!”

Flurry shrugs. “Uh, yeah. Like they always do. Normally it’s nice—I spent, like, five minutes cuddling a few colts who were on a fieldtrip, and I made new friends with the head chef after he asked if he could stroke my wings a little. And I know which of the staff are discreet and willing to sneak away somewhere private for a while to fool around or whatever. But now there’s hundreds of ponies who all want to talk to me or touch me or kiss me or sniff my neck or lick between my legs or whatever, and it’s really distracting. I don’t know how you deal with it, mom, with all those gorgeous dignitaries pomping around. And they’re so pushy! At least the staff have the decency to try and have a conversation with me while they’re groping me, you know? These ponies don’t even bother saying hello, they just get all up in my business. Urgh. Old stallion? Licks my face. Some grandma? Slides her hoof down my belly, and tells me I’ll look great when I’m having a foal. Secretary? Tries to lead me back to her boss’s suite. Reporter? Asks if I can join his coworkers and pose for some private photos back at their studio. It’s probably a sleazy motel outside of town. Pig. At least he was hot. Some pipsqueak colt actually headbutted my chest. Headbutted. My. Chest. Who does that? And this morning this total stranger popped up out of nowhere and asked me if I’d like to suck his cock earlier while I was busy telling another pony not to pull my tail. I know, right? Like, hello! I’m busy here. Sure I’ll do it but can’t you see there’s a line?!” Flurry laughs. “Right, mom?”

“R—right,” Cadance mutters.

There’s no way Flurry will take no for an answer now. Cadance bites her lip and hurries forward, picking a direction at random. It doesn’t matter where they end up—she’s equal parts appalled and turned on, and she has to get out of this narrow corridor and stop flagging her tail in front of her daughter like a bitch in heat.

“Mom, wait up!”

Cadance shoves open the next door she finds and almost falls out of the passage, landing in the hallway outside of their living quarters. At least they’re alone, mostly. Cadance avoids eye contact with the Guards she passes, sure that they too can smell her current condition—or Flurry’s for that matter. She tries to walk normally, to avoid suspicion. Flurry gallops down the hall, sizzles open her bedroom, and yanks Cadance in behind her.

“Finally!”

“Okay. Now tell me who was . . . ”

Flurry leaps atop the bed, and falls onto her back without hesitation. Cadance stands at the foot, watching her daughter’s legs flop wide open, exposing her privates, and—wow. Cadance can’t help but stare.

“ . . . who was touching you . . . and I’ll have them . . . ”

“Mom?” Flurry asks, all breathy. She bites her lip. “What’s . . . what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, dear,” Cadance lies. “Just—I . . . I forgot how beautiful you were.”

Flurry inhales, then flips her head to the side and hides behind her wings. “Mom!”

“What? It’s true!”

It really is. Her daughter is beautiful. One day she’ll be the exemplar of sexuality for fillies and mares around Equestria, just like her mother. Her body is already beginning to fill out: soft curves and lines and shapes that make Cadance’s knees weak and her face flush. Cadance and Shining have done their best to help her grow mentally and spiritually, but Flurry managed to grow physically just fine on her own.

Somehow, when they weren’t watching, their little filly started blooming into a mare. Little wonder everypony wants a piece of her.

“But—those ponies—”

“I like it,” she says with a shrug. “It just usually isn’t so intense.”

“You do? It isn’t?”

“I can handle them. But not if you don’t help me!”

Cadance’s heart races. Whatever pulls ponies towards Flurry is working on Cadance, too.

“A mom . . . doesn’t normally help her daughter with her arousal, right?” she asks.

Flurry smiles. “That’s why you’re better than the other moms. And you said you’d rather I come to you instead of fucking the staff or the Guards or my teachers or the guests, right?”

Oh, sweet Celestia. Her wife and her daughter really do this, right?

Flurry really does expect Cadance to fuck her.

Cadance steps a shaky hoof atop the bed.

Flurry takes a sharp breath. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you—”

“Shh,” Cadance says, crawling up beside her and brushing her hoof through Flurry’s mane. “Relax.”

“Okay. Just . . . could you kiss me? First?”

Cadance nods. This, at least, she knows how to do. Easy. Just a kiss, right?

She tilts her head down, watching Flurry lift her face, and—

Sweet Celestia. For a young filly who shouldn’t even be dating yet, Flurry already knows how to kiss. Flurry’s tongue touches Cadance’s lips, pokes between them, and presses against her teeth. A hoof reaches behind her head, pulling her close and sliding down her neck. In the corner of her vision, Cadance sees Flurry’s other hoof gripping the bed tightly.

And the smell . . . Flurry’s heat is very noticeable, advertising her arousal. Every breath reminds Cadance of her own wife’s smell, evoking very pleasant memories. It’s not hard to see Flurry growing into a clone of the real Cadance. The sounds are the same, too: muffled whimpers, lips smacking, even the little whuffle they both make. Flurry grips her mom’s hip and pulls, guiding Cadance until she’s cuddling close to her daughter.

Cadance closes her eyes and explores with a hoof.

Flurry’s coat is soft and very slightly electric. Her chin, smooth and sharp at the same time. Her neck, pulsing with blood. Her chest, her breast bone, her armpit, her ribs. Ticklish: Flurry snorts into Cadance’s mouth.

Cadance pulls back, finds herself out of breath.

Flurry looks up at her, tongue lolling out, her eyes dazed. “Mom . . . ”

“How is that?” Cadance asks, gulping.

“More, please.”

Cadance slips her hoof down Flurry’s stomach.

Flurry clenches her eyes shut and buries her face in Cadance’s chest fluff, her breath warming Cadance’s chest. “Careful,” she mumbles.

Cadance can’t help but think of Twilight. It’s not Flurry’s first time, obviously, but there’s still a nervous filly barely hidden beneath the bluster and pride of a young mare trying to escape the shadow of her heritage. Twilight too was in command until it actually came time to follow through, at which point Shining had to help her to marehood.

“Please, don’t stop,” Twilight pants.

“Wasn’t gonna,” Shining breathes.

Cadance kisses Flurry’s mane. Her hoof, rubbing circles across Flurry’s stomach, slips down between her legs, pressing against her abdomen, her groin—.

Flurry squeals and clamps her legs shut, trapping Cadance’s hoof.

Cadance smiles. “Relax, dear.” She gently presses her other hoof between Flurry’s knees, separating them again. Like a switch is flipped, Flurry’s legs flop open again, and Cadance is there, looking at it. Flurry’s filly pussy. Flushed, slick, slightly open. Ready for a real cock, and Cadance finds herself desperately wishing she still had one at the moment. She slides her hoof down and starts rubbing her thighs.

Flurry tenses, her thighs clenching and her tail thrashing beneath them. “Mom!”

“Shh.”

Flurry whimpers as Cadance keeps rubbing. Her pussy really is perfect. Smooth, round, full, curving from her groin down and out of sight beneath her dock—Cadance slips her hoof down, poking beneath Flurry’s tail, teasing her butthole.

“Mom!” Flurry shrieks, clenching tight.

“Too much?” Cadance says with a smile.

“Uh-huh!” she exclaims.

Cadance laughs. “So, maybe we’ll just leave choking your neck until you pass out for another day, hmm?”

“Oh, Princess!” Flurry gasps, hiding behind a wing. “I can’t believe I said all that!”

Cadance presses against Flurry’s pussy, slicking her hoof. “How about this?”

“Good. Please. Don’t stop.”

Oh . . . Twilight and Flurry would’ve had to cram together on Twilight’s childhood bed. Long, svelte legs tangled. Nubile, sweaty bodies pressed tight. Tails twinned, atop blankets strewn over the edge. Both of them staring up at her, panting, whimpering. Old enough to beg, “Just fuck us already!” but still young enough to whisper, “Be careful,” immediately afterwards.

Flurry gasps and thrusts her hips up off the bed, pressing into Cadance’s hoof.

“Easy, dear,” Cadance soothes.

“Mmm!”

She’s close. Flurry’s probably been thinking about this all morning. She was certainly hot to trot when she found Cadance. And even though Cadance came only a short while ago, she’s not too surprised to find that she’s breathing harder, tingling with arousal as well. Whatever effect her love magic has on others is clearly manifesting in Flurry as well: Cadance can’t stop herself from leaning down and kissing her again, holding her with her free hoof, and rubbing harder with her busy hoof. She slides her hoof barely between Flurry’s lips, spreading them apart. Her hoof is slick with Flurry’s juices—Flurry’s groin, her inner thighs, and even the base of her tail are sticky too. Another kiss. Flurry barely kisses back, just groans into her mother’s mouth. Gripping the sheets.

“Mmm. Mmm! Mom!”

“Breathe, baby. Let it happen.”

“Kiss me!”

Cadance leans close, but Flurry shoves at her chest.

“Not—I mean, down there . . . ”

Cadance freezes. Go down on her daughter? But—

Flurry whines. “Mom! Please!”

Cadance licks her lips. She’s already gone this far, already committed to making her daughter come. She’s already crossed so many lines today, and this wouldn’t be the last. And it’s not like the real Cadance hasn’t done this for Flurry before, right?

She takes a deep breath, inhaling through her nose. Smelling her daughter.

Besides—she really, really wants to. Her daughter is gorgeous, she thinks, as she finds herself scooting down the bed. Tracing lines and curves from her neck, down her chest, across her belly, to her groin, the swell between her thighs.

Her crotch.

Cadance barely has time to gaze upon it before she feels hooves on her forehead, shoving her close.

“Mo-o-om! Please!” Flurry whines.

Cadance smiles. Just like her own wife. “I don’t know, dear. It might be too much for you,” she teases. “Maybe we should just take it slow—”

“Mom if you don’t shove something inside me right now I swear to Celestia I’ll go out and fuck every single guest in this whole fucking castle! I will come back dripping in cum and full of foals and ready to move to Canterlot or Cloudsdale or the fucking Dragonlands or—”

“Flurry!”

Flurry gasps. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Just, please—”

“Dear, maybe we—”

Flurry wraps her hindlegs behind Cadance’s neck, squeezing Cadance’s head between her thighs, and smothers Cadance’s face with her crotch. Cadance’s nose shoves right between Flurry’s pussy lips. If Cadance thought she smelled strongly before, now each breath is infused with the scent of horny filly. Cadance whimpers. Too much. It’s bad enough she has to deal with total strangers getting overly familiar with her. Now she’s hovering over a beautiful, innocent young filly she’s sworn to protect with her life, and all she wants to do is fuck her, over and over, until they both pass out. If she still had her cock it’d be swollen and angry, on a hair’s trigger, desperate to claim this filly and fill her full of potent, virile semen—

“Fuck me, big brother,” Twilight pleads.

Cadance opens her lips and kisses Flurry’s cunt.

Flurry throws her head back against the bed with a whoosh. “Oh thank you thank you thank you—”

Cadance licks her tongue up and down Flurry’s slit, slurping up the flow of juices and spreading them all over her crotch. She tastes just like her mother does, makes the same desperate panting noises her mother does. Cadance grabs her daughter’s rump in her hooves and holds her tight and tries licking her the way she licks the real Cadance: flat, long licks across her vulva and short hard pokes between her lips with plenty of saliva.

Flurry moans, arching her back and fluttering her wings. Cadance can see just up and over the swell of her stomach. If she didn’t know better she’d swear her daughter was in agony, unable to decide between biting her hoof, gripping the bed, or holding her mom in place.

She’s close. Cadance stops licking around her crotch and presses her tongue between Flurry’s lips, reaching as deep as she can with her mouth open as wide as it’ll go.

“Mom!” Flurry cries out. Her thighs lock around Cadance’s head, her hooves tightening their grip, holding her in place. She lifts her hips off the bed, pressing into Cadance’s face. A tiny squeak is all Cadance hears as her daughter comes, squirting juices into Cadance’s mouth and onto her tongue. “Mom!”

Flurry slumps back.

Cadance carefully pulls herself back and looks down at her daughter. She’s seen Flurry dirty and messy before—she and her wife changed Flurry’s diapers, all those years ago—but normally Flurry is primped and pampered, pretty and tidy like a budding Princess. This is a rare sight that Cadance will remember until she dies: Flurry drenched in sweat, flushed, coat matted and mane tangled, feathers torn. Legs flopped open wide. Pussy spread open wide, bubbling saliva and her own juices.

“Dear?” Cadance asks, quietly. “Are you okay?”

Flurry nods, eyes clenched shut. Wordlessly she opens her forelegs, asking for a hug, and when Cadance happily does so Flurry presses herself close and squirms against Cadance, panting and smiling and humming like she’s won a race. It’s alarming how much she looks like her mom. Cadance—the real Cadance—is just as soft, just as warm, and just as prone to excessive cuddling in the middle of an energetic bout of making love.

Right now, if Cadance were in her real body, she would be stepping both hooves on either side of her wife’s rolling shoulders, nipping her in the neck, and sinking a throbbing cock inside her.

“I love you,” Cadance says, with a conviction that is almost startling.

“I love you too, mom,” Flurry breathes.

Cadance’s mood dims a little, hearing those words. It’s been a long while since Flurry said so to her dad without sounding just a little disingenuous. Then again, Flurry’s never been brought to a screeching orgasm by her father, so . . .

“Do you feel better?”

“So much better. Thank you thank you thank you!”

“I need to get ready, dear. Are you okay on your own for a while?”

Flurry nods, slumping back into the bed and making happy teenaged daughter noises. “This oughta hold me off for a while. I’ll probably need you again before bed. Until then . . . I think I’ll take a nap.”

Heh. If it were Shining about to leave Cadance, Cadance wouldn’t let him leave so easily.

“I’ll . . . I’ll tell your father to be a little nicer, okay? Sometimes he forgets that you’re not his son.”

Flurry waves a hoof. “It’s fine. Good luck. And be careful.”

Cadance pauses. “Be careful? I’m perfectly safe here. The worst that can happen is—”

“The other guests,” Flurry mutters. “Some of them really don’t like you. That red Pegasus—what was his name?”

“Ambassador Crimson Wing. He’s from—”

“The Dragonlands, yeah. Right. Him.” Flurry lifts her head, still panting, and looks at Cadance. “He’s nice, but he creeps me out. So just—be careful.”

Cadance smiles. She already knows Wing is not to be trusted. “It’s alright. I’ve got your father to look out for me.” She smirks. “It’s Wing who’d better look out for me.”

Flurry giggles. “Thanks, mom.”

Author's Note

If you thought pronouns were a challenge with regular lesbian horse fucking, how about when one or more of them is secretly a dude?

Whomst do you think will get up all in Cadance’s business next? Leave a comment with your guess.